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My Sexy Secretary Self (Part Two)

17 May 2020 /

I have no idea how much work he did whilst my dripping cunt was on display for him. It felt so exhilarating to have his cum dripping from my cunt in full view, and I didn’t want to move as I didn’t want this to end.

But end it had to, and he eventually told me to get up and take a seat opposite him. As I went to sit down, I thought it was naughtiest to undo the cunt access zip and sit with my legs apart so that he could see. I adjusted my position, and he said that was perfect. The change of position had made my cunt start to ooze again, but I didn’t dare touch myself.

He started talking about the role as his secretary. Behaviour, appearance, and professionalism were all mentioned, as was making good judgement calls and he commended me on my judgement so far. He then went to say that the best secretary he ever worked with understood that she was an extension of him, and she was very good at thinking what would he want or like her to do, rather than what she would want or like to do. He said he would also help her when she didn’t do what he wanted to help her to understand and remember better for the future. I smiled, as I knew exactly what that meant – spankings. He had beautifully set the scenario up, like the film but better.

I said I understood, and he said he thought I did, because what I’d done so far was perfect. He then gave me a load of stuff to get on with and started work himself; after all, he was there to actually work.

I did a few tasks successfully, as he popped out of the office. When he returned, he had me bend over the desk again. This time, he licked down and back up my ass crack, and then focussed his tongue on my asshole, circling it as well as pushing his tongue against my pucker. After a sublime couple of minutes, he stopped licking and I felt a squirt of cold lube hit my asshole. I was going to turn round and look but decided a good secretary would just lie there and take it without turning a hair. He had his cock in his hand and was rubbing his cockhead against my asshole. Then I felt the smooth plastic of a lube syringe depositing a load of lube inside my asshole (the way we always do it), then he put a knee up on the desk and worked his cock head through my pucker and into my asshole. As usual, my ass was able to suck his cock the rest of the way in, and then he quickly started growing as he was rocking backwards and forwards. I sometimes need to ask him to slow down his rocking to slow down his growth, but I really didn’t want to here – I wanted to be a good secretary and just take his cock filling my ass.

When I made a slight gasp at his size, he did slow down a little but nevertheless carried on with his strokes. When he was massive, he whispered in my ear that he wanted us standing up, and we both started gently shifting position to standing. Once we were upright with his cock still in my ass and his rhythm re-established, he put his arms under mine and roughly grabbed a blouse-covered tit with each hand. Whilst he was roughly squeezing on my tits, he put his lower arms against my belly, and used them to hold me in place and to increase the drive into my ass by bracing me against them. I could hear from his breath that he was fighting again cumming, but after a good minute of driving hard, he could no longer resist, and I felt his cock repeatedly pulse and spew cum deep into my ass, and no sooner had the throbbing stopped than he shrank and slipped out of my asshole. He bent me back over the table and I felt him wipe his cock on my asshole (something he has never done before), then he told me to stay exactly as I was (as he said before), this time with a cummy asshole and a cummy cunt on display.

I was finding this so exhilarating, that when I did return to the tasks he gave me, I made a careless mistake. With my mind was too wrapped up in sex, I got the numbers 14 and 18 the wrong way round. It was easy to fix, but he thought I needed to take more care and needed something to remind me.

He had me bend over the desk (again!) and undid the zips to reveal my ass again. He ran his hand over my ass as he explained that I needed to say “18” 14 times and then he would spank a cheek each time. He said I needed to take care not to mess up. Well, I didn’t. He spanked each cheek of my ass with a full force hand seven times, producing a nice sting on each cheek.

Then just in front of my face, he put a black leather strip paddle on the desk, padded on one side and unpadded on the other. He said that the other half of my “aide memoire” was to say “14” 18 times and then he would spank across both cheeks each time with the padded side of the paddle.

At the time, it was the biggest spanking I had taken, and I was a little apprehensive, but I said with my best professional voice “I’m ready. 14” and he quickly accelerated the paddle into my ass, striking what I now know to be his favourite position right on the bottom of my ass cheeks. Ow, that fucking hurt, but I knew better than to move or say anything other than “14”. One by one the paddle rained down blows on my ass, all striking near enough the same position. I got to the end and said I had finished, but he told me I had messed up; I’d called out one too many “14”s, something he would usually repeat the whole “14”s exercise for, but as I was new, he would just administer 3 strokes with the hard side of the paddle, and this time, I was to be silent.

I have no idea how I didn’t cry out as each of the three strokes impacted with my ass. My ass was totally on fire, and I was a little delirious from the pain, but I was very happy.

He left me bent over the desk for a while, the heat radiating from my bright red ass. Usually after a spanking, I had a cuddle, but not in this scenario, he just left me on display. After I’d been there a while, he “sent me home”, as he said I’d done enough for one day. He said I needed to ask my husband when I got home to apply some moisturiser to my ass; something he willingly did, but only after spanking me a little more “because I probably deserved it”.

I love these roles and we return to them again and again. I love the dynamics and the mental aspects, and I love the fiery ass I almost certainly end up with.

My Sexy Secretary Self (Part One)

11 May 2020 /

The success of the innocent outfit and my enjoyment of clothed sex started me thinking about other outfits I could wear for sex. My husband works from home a bit and doesn’t really want to be disturbed when he does (after all, he is being paid to work). That is particularly disappointing when I really want a fuck, so I had an idea that if I dressed up as a sexy secretary, I might persuade him to pause work to fuck me.

I had an outfit idea in my head. I wanted a suit; with a very short skirt (obviously), a see-through blouse and stockings and suspenders. Suits were pricey, so I started scouring charity shops to find something. I looked for ages and found nothing, but eventually I hit the jackpot. There was this suit, and it was really cheap. It was a mid-grey colour. The jacket was about the right size, but my large tits made it gape a bit when I buttoned it up. That was just the look I was going for. It came with two pencil skirts, both to just above the knee, although they both had what looked like bleach damage. One it was on the bottom edge of the skirt, so I would have to shorten it by about a couple of inches, the other was right in the middle of the front skirt panel and would require removal of over half the length of the skirt.

Time to break out the sewing machine to carry out major surgery on the skirts. I could only work when my husband wasn’t there, as I wanted it to be a surprise, so progress was slow. I started taking apart the one with the major damage, reducing it to mid-thigh length, and then I had another idea my husband would love. I decided to put zips into the skirt up from the hem, one on the front (in the middle, right passed where my cunt would be) and two fitted one on either side of the back panel, creating a flap he could flip up to access the whole of my ass. I also needed to strengthen the thread holding the buttons on.

Over a few weeks, I reassembled the short skirt to my new design, and was really pleased with the result. I road tested it round the house, to ensure it would stay on and that the zips would stay closed. Typically, the skirt was ready at a time when he wasn’t working from home a lot, so I had to wait for the big reveal. In the meantime, I carried out similar surgery on the longer skirt (again with the zips). I left it longer as I thought I could actually wear it out to business-like functions whilst still having the zip access to my cunt and ass. I knew my husband would love that juxtaposition.

The final part of the outfit was a see-through blouse. I scoured the internet and eventually found a listing where every single one of the reviews was moaning about how see-through the blouse was and how the blouse gaped. That was exactly what I wanted. I ordered a couple, and they were fabulous. Like the t-shirt, they were shaped to hold my tits up without a bra but doing so made the blouse dangerously gape. It looked amazing, but I took the opportunity to reinforce the stitching, as it would be under a lot of strain.

The big reveal came a few weeks later, when he did the first of three days working from home. I left him for the first hour whilst I loaded myself into the shortest skirt, blouse, stockings and suspenders and jacket.

This girl was going to get herself fucked and probably spanked. You see he loves the film “Secretary”, although he moans that they didn’t go far enough. From the first time I thought of this idea, I wondered if he would go that way. I was fully prepared to be spanked, which was something we hadn’t done much of at that stage. I’d been spanked a few times and enjoyed it, and I secretly hoped for more.

I knocked and entered the office. He was engrossed in some paperwork. I asked him where to put his tea, and he waved towards his desk and said thank you. He obviously saw my outfit out of the corner of his eye, as when I turned round from putting down his tea, he was looking at me with a small smile he was trying to hide.

I smiled at him nervously and said how it was my first day as his secretary and how he really needed to start using me for anything he needed. He told me to take my jacket off (and his eyes popped out as he saw every detail of my tits through the blouse), and I did my best not to grin wildly at his reaction or to look smug – I was going to nervous and demure. When he regained his composure, he gave me a couple of short tasks to do, which I completely efficiently (I did sometimes help him with his work, so that wasn’t really new).

When I asked him what to do next, he told me to step towards him. Whilst he was complementing me on the suitability of my outfit, he unzipped the cunt access zip at the front, parted the fabric and bent down to take a look. He smiled and said he was pleased I wasn’t wearing panties, as in his opinion panties have no place on a secretary. He put his hand to my cunt and ran his fingers up and down my lips. My cunt was wet, and he told me that needed dealing with. He spent a couple of minutes using his fingers on my cunt to make them even more wet and me even more excited, and several times he put his fingers to my and his mouths to suck off my juices. Then, when he was satisfied with how worked up I was, he bent me over the desk and unzipped the rear zips and lifted up the flap. I was so pleased the zips had the desired effect.

He nudged my feet apart with his foot, then I felt the tip of his cock nuzzle against my cunt lips. As he was rubbing his cock head up and down my lips, he was talking about training plans and expectations of the role, then he firmly drove his cock into my wet cunt and started rhythmically withdrawing and driving in again. I was already excited, so it was easy to make me orgasm. I felt him twitch, and he withdrew his cock until only the tip was in me as he came, then he withdrew completely, and he told me to stay exactly as I was until he told me to move. So, there I was, dripping cunt on display for him to enjoy. You know by now how much I love being displayed, but I didn’t really know then. All I knew was that I loved being displayed for him and I loved him looking at me.

My Sexy Studenty Self

4 April 2020 /

Lacy underwear makes many women feel very sexy. It doesn’t for me. I hate lace: I think it looks crusty, fussy and is an instant turn-off. I used to be a strictly clothes off to fuck sort of girl, and I liked to be stripped before sex (still do). I think my husband was surprised in the early days that I had such a negative reaction to me being in my underwear.

What I did feel sexy in were well-shaped clothes, and a few months after we got together, I was squeezed into a figure-hugging dress and the bulge in his trousers clearly showed what was in his mind. I told him there was no way I was taking the dress off before we went out (as it took me long enough to get into the bloody thing), so instead he spun me round, bent me over the end of the bed, nudged my feet apart, pulled up the dress over my ass, moved my panties aside and eased his hard cock right in. No one had ever fucked me like this before, and it didn’t take long for me to cum. He made me cum three times before he came, then he withdrew, moved my panties back over my gooey cunt, pulled my dress back down and just carried on with preparing to go out like nothing had happened.

This started off somewhat of an addiction of us fucking with me fully dressed, and I loved it – it made me feel sexy in a way underwear never did, especially as it made me feel sexy at random times when I was wearing something that suited me well.

As I was clearing out a drawer one day a few months later, I came across a pink fitted t-shirt with “Twin Airbags fitted as standard” on it. My husband liked it because not only was the slogan funny, the t-shirt was very snug, so as it stretched across my 36GG tits (as they were then), the fabric went really thin and almost see-through. In fact, it was so tight that it held my tits in place without a bra. I had stopped wearing it out, as it showed every detail of my bra, but during the clear-out, I decided I would wear it at home for my husband without a bra, so he got to savour every detail of my massive tits.

I was thinking of pairing it with a very short skirt as an outfit specifically for sex. Several years previously, I bought a twin pack of tiered skirts, because I wanted the black one. The other one was a horrible reddish-brown colour with damage towards the bottom of the skirt, so I had never worn it. It was easy construction to modify though – there were four horizontal tiers, and each was attached to the one above. It was quite trivial to remove two of the four tiers (including the damaged one) to create a skirt that would barely cover anything. It was mostly cotton, so I was able to die it to almost black (which as the skirt had never been worn, was very successful).

I put the outfit on one day whilst he was at work, and I was reminded of being a first-year undergraduate at university. At the time, I was quite innocent and mostly unaware of the effect that my body could have on someone. I found some glasses that looked studious and put my hair up on a relaxed studenty sort of way and waited for him to come home.

When he came in, I found myself pretending to be undergrad me, being all innocent. My husband got excited, but he realised I was being coy, and played along, seeming to settle on an innocent nerdy persona, kind, gentle and dead keen on playing with my tits. I can well imagine this is what he was like at university.

He spent rather a long time sucking at my nipples, with the innocent fervour of an inexperienced lover, and he spent far longer than he normally does squeezing and kneading my tits (and he spends quite a long time normally playing with them).

After he reloaded my tits into my top, he lifted up my skirt, opened up my cunt, inserted two fingers into my cunt and started flicking his tongue over my clit, whilst gently fucking me with his fingers. My hips were rhythmically pulsing in time with his movements, and without breaking rhythm; he brought me to orgasm and then carried on. My clit sometimes gets very sensitive once I have orgasmed, and this was one of those days, so I gritted my teeth and hung on whilst his tongue worked my engorged and tender clit. I got louder with my moans but had to concentrate on not being a potty mouthed bitch as I sometimes am. Student Mira is sweet and innocent and wouldn’t use words like cunt. The distraction of staying in character was crucial in me being able to take the continued clit licking for as long as I did.

After I had orgasmed three times, he offered me his fingers to suck (which I happily did). I undid his trousers and let them slip to the floor. I pulled his thong down and released his cock, which was already fairly hard. I pulled him forwards and sucked his cock into my mouth, which at university was commonplace and universally expected. I figured that as he was so hard and so aroused already, I had a chance to make him cum with my mouth. I pulled my top up over my tits (as we have a rule that tits must be on display if a blow job is occurring), and I was contemplating having him pull out and cum all over my tits, but I got a taste of his pre-cum, so when I felt him twitch, I slid his cock back until the base of his glans nudged against my teeth. A couple of hand movements down the length of his cock, a grope of his balls and my flicking tongue over his glans produced a wave of cum landing on my tongue. I did that sweet thing of showing him his cum on my tongue before swallowing it and then showing him my empty tongue.

We cuddled and kissed for a while whilst his cock recovered, then I played with it to get it hard. I then told him with an innocent smile that I wasn’t the kind of girl to go to bed on a first encounter, so he did what any chivalrous man would do… and gently fucked me twice on the sofa instead.

It is a bit of a head-fuck actually, as this is the man who nails me rigorously, this is the man that I am very kinky with, and yet this was a simple, straight forward classic gentle innocent fuck. At no time did he take any of my clothes off. Every time he finished with my tits, he pulled the t-shirt back down over them, carefully arranging them to show them at their best. Every time he finished with my cunt, he pulled my skirt back down.

I really enjoyed both playing the persona and wearing the outfit; I loved how naughty it felt. It wasn’t a hard persona to play, as it was basically me years ago. I still wear the outfit sometimes, and if I do, he knows exactly the type of encounter I want.

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